The eaves are like cliffs, blocking the light from thousands of miles away, and the wind chimes are like the sea. Tender feelings thousands of miles away cannot fly over the endless waves of the sea. Love thousands of miles away, in fact, you and I both know that it is just an unpayable and indescribable debt. It's just that you and I are obsessed with the beauty of Alan Yu and don't want to wake up and think about the final arrangement. We are all too young, and the 20-year calendars overlap. Hanging solemnly in the treetops closest to the moon's ground, waiting for you to interpret my love and try to get close to my heart. I will give you the truest and gentlest love, which has been described countless times in my heart and belongs only to you and my most beautiful paradise. When the sun sets, I will take a photo with Yan and meet you, but I will miss and care about her thousands of miles away.
In this way, waiting for Yan to return has become the most important thing in my life, counting the number of times Yan returned 1.2.3. 3. Yan came back with your last love, which condensed the waiting of my life's love. The ancients often said that my love was three times in my life, but I only read it three times. The time has been arranged, and whoever ends early ... has no sad attachment and does not look back. You just walk away freely, as if everything in the story has nothing to do with you. You have never been the protagonist, nor have you loved or been loved. I'm just a doll in your emotional game. Now that you have grown up, you don't need a doll's confession. Go far away to find your next love. There are no emotional travelers at the terminal. Where is your last wait?
The story is outside the city, and the fog can't get away. Unexpectedly, one day, when I returned to the road I walked yesterday, I was indifferent and calm, as if the people and things in the story had nothing to do with it. I can't see the dialogue, the plot and the theme, and the love in the horizon. Somehow, I suddenly thought of this expression. People are thousands of miles away, and their hearts are far away. No matter how beautiful the dialogue is, no matter how real the dialogue is, it can't stand the long night. Take water as love and poetry as companion, "so I tried to put myself in the world of listening to the waves on my pillow and try to forget the unsatisfactory loss." Gradually, thousands of miles away is no longer my concern and concern, and many puzzles are just confessions between thoughts. People are far away from the emotional stage of confession, looking for strangeness, looking for themselves and looking for a shadowless sky.
When you wake up from your dream, you find that I don't know who is going to start the ending outside the window, but the story that has ended is stubbornly piecing together the next theme. Don't you know that the future as thin as cicada can't stand being torn down any more? People should not be too selfish and cruel. Why not hide it in overlapping calendars and stop opening it? The wind is long gone. Didn't you hear my conversation with the leaves and send you away? Should you and I understand that in silent times, we should not fall in love too far. I will send you away from the end of the world, not for anything else, just because your feelings are no longer blank, where the piano comes from, life and death are unpredictable, whether become a butterfly's feelings have to wait for a lifetime.
I heard tears in my eyes. I went into the forest to find pear blossoms, but I had to find a line of moss. It was misty and rainy, and it was outside the mountains and the rain fell on the platform. One day, when my temples are gray, the passion of my youth still lingers in my mind. I'm waiting for you, waiting for you, just, just, I'm afraid that one day when you come back, my old love will still be there. I was covered in glass with white and transparent dust. Lotus is on the water, and the shadow of the ship is still there. Why don't you come back now? The story is covered by years, waiting to start to lengthen your thoughts, but you say that flowers bloom and fall, and everything in the past has already become blank. ......
Thousands of miles away
Lyrics: Fang Gang
The eaves are like cliffs, the wind chimes are like the sea, and I am waiting for Yan to return.
Time is arranged to play an accident, and you walk away quietly.
The story can't be separated from the fog outside the city.
You can't hear that the wind doesn't exist. I feel it.
Who wakes up and opens the window sill?
The future as thin as a cicada can't stand who will tear it down.
I will send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white.
The age of silence may not be too far away from love.
I drove you off the horizon. Are you still there?
Where does the piano come from? Life and death are hard to guess. It takes a lifetime to wait.
Hearing the tears, I went into the forest to find pear white, and I had to find a line of moss.
It's raining outside the mountain, and my sideburns are gray
Hearing the tears, I went into the forest to find pear white, and I had to find a line of moss.
Outside the mountain, I'll wait for you.
A glass is white and transparent dust, and your flawless love.
You came from the rain and poeticized your sadness. I am wet now.
Lotus is still here, but you don't come back.
Covered by years, the flowers you mentioned have gone blank.
Who wakes up and opens the window sill?
The future as thin as a cicada can't stand who will tear it down.
I will send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white.
The age of silence may not be too far away from love.
I drove you off the horizon. Are you still there?
Where does the piano sound come from? Life and death are hard to guess. ...
I will send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white.
The age of silence may not be too far away from love.
I drove you off the horizon. Are you still there?
Where does the piano come from? Life and death are hard to guess. It takes a lifetime to wait.